Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.